Expectation
by Roxie Lusk Smith
O, give me such quiet things -
The soft-spun clouds above;
The whisper of a falling leaf;
A hand extending love.
Such sacred things
As thought in prayer;
And tears that life to praise;
The calming spirit in my mind,
With strength to meet my days.
O, let me hear
The still, small Voice
Within my listening soul:
And let me speak the words of heart
That comfort and console.
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